When the kid - Marvelous - grabs me, at first I wonder if he's finally responding to the innuendo I've been lacing through the whole conversation. Then I realize he hasn't even noticed in the first place, and is quite literally pinning me solely to get at the food. Incredible.
His arm around my body, holding my arms to my sides, is strong, far stronger than I would have anticipated by looking at him. He takes what he wants, reaching around my back to get it. How he's got me held - and I'm not struggling, either, too amused by the situation to interrupt it as it plays out - I can't see him feeding himself, but the softly wet pops that come after tell me that he's licking his fingers clean.
Does he have any idea of the effect he can have?
I elbow him in the shoulder, finally, pushing him back from the pan and from my back before he decides to grab a second bite. Having him tucked up so close behind me is not helping my concentration, nor is very wise for either of us, though he hasn't any reason to suspect as much yet. I'm here under certain conditions, I remind myself, and grin at Marvey as I put enough distance between us for me to see him again.
"Do you love food so much that you don't even care if you burn yourself stealing it?" I ask. I've scooped a strip of spicy pepper onto my spoon, and turn away from the range a bit, offering it to him. The spoon's wooden, far safer to steal the morsel from, and I can't help but be bemused by the kid's priorities.
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His arm around my body, holding my arms to my sides, is strong, far stronger than I would have anticipated by looking at him. He takes what he wants, reaching around my back to get it. How he's got me held - and I'm not struggling, either, too amused by the situation to interrupt it as it plays out - I can't see him feeding himself, but the softly wet pops that come after tell me that he's licking his fingers clean.
Does he have any idea of the effect he can have?
I elbow him in the shoulder, finally, pushing him back from the pan and from my back before he decides to grab a second bite. Having him tucked up so close behind me is not helping my concentration, nor is very wise for either of us, though he hasn't any reason to suspect as much yet. I'm here under certain conditions, I remind myself, and grin at Marvey as I put enough distance between us for me to see him again.
"Do you love food so much that you don't even care if you burn yourself stealing it?" I ask. I've scooped a strip of spicy pepper onto my spoon, and turn away from the range a bit, offering it to him. The spoon's wooden, far safer to steal the morsel from, and I can't help but be bemused by the kid's priorities.